if he goes and dies on me now, I know I'll go completely insane.

Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.

I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me. Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong. A thousand moments surge through me. All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone for ever.

I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.

I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.

But once I saw Fulvia Cardew crumple up a sheet of paper with just a couple of words written on it and you would’ve thought she’d murdered someone from the looks she got.

I'm very hard to catch," says Rue. "And if they can't catch me, they can't kill me. So don't count me out.